Best Allures Poems
STARRY, STARRY NIGHT
I often look up towards the sky at night,
And wonder who or what is there,
I shout out loud, if you see or hear me, I love you,
I do this every night, the starry sky, an absolute delight!
I drive out of the city to the Kruger Park,
There, not only am I close to nature and serenity,
But to the universe, I look up, no pollution,
I stretch my arms up high, excited, it is very dark!
No street lights, or cars headlights, or any noise,
The moon is so bright and full, it smiles at me,
Quite rare, for normally the moon looks a little sullen,
The stars, I’ve lost count, as they twinkle with such poise!
The Milky Way so clear, I feel I want to reach up high,
As it allures me, and weaves across the sky,
Milky, so graceful and silent, as it, and I watch
Sparkling stars, and planets rotating, unknown
To mankind, yet to be discovered in our eternal
Galaxy to which I want to fly!
Our universe has constellations of stars, named mostly
After mythology’s gods, who beckon, tempt and wink
And entice me, but I am on planet earth, how near
Could I reach this flamboyant display, body, soul
And mind, holistically!
So maybe if I look up into our never ending
Sky at night,
And wish upon one star, with imagination
That runs rampant,
I will see above and far beyond with breathless anticipation,
What I could never imagine, an explosion that blinds me,
An aura, translucently bright!
It seems you only appear whilst I am asleep,
teasing rapid eye movement to awake and weep.
You hide, so I wonder how beautiful you must be,
fulfil my desires and give me the chance to see.
I believe you have beauty, eyes have never seen,
which allures me to places I have never been.
Maybe you were sculpted by Michelangelo's hands,
DaVinci drew you a smile only he understands,
Rembrandt's hand trembled at the sight of your grandeur,
maybe you are the one, Raphael's angels adore.
Your image mirrors Cleopatra's unique class,
which fades at daylight, regrets begin to amass.
I do not know your name, Silent remains the tongue,
yet I fondly believe in my heart you belong.
Silent One
23 May 2018
A fire blazes behind the veil
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This veil I wear
is not made of cloth
for no fabric could withstand
the incendiary passion
I command
It's self-imposed
not forced
no man's hand
would dare cover me
yet here I am
swathed in these layers...
folds of security
you see
it's easier
much easier
just to be like the rest
not a subject of discussion
or the brunt of derision
with meanings misconstrued
by the crass and the rude...
thus,
anonymity allures
I finger the veil
its threads: religious doctrine
its dye: denial
its paisley patterns: protocol
culturally appropriate
I stand:
~chaste~
silence simmering
with actions inactive
I stand: quiet, demure, serene
but my thoughts burning, unseen
and behind the veil
I smolder
passion flares through my eyes
the only indication
that I'm alive
I pass you by
another woman
unseen
unknown
unacknowledged
I pass you by
you...frivolous in your freedom
you...unappreciative of accpetance
I pass you by
and yet, inwardly I smile
warmed by inner flames
emanating from my core
I know…so much more
There's potential...
potential this woman has in store
for this I know
when the time has come
when I'm ready
it will fall away
by my own hand
unobtrusively grand
and you will see the sight
the walking, breathing delight
of the unveiled woman
confident
sublime
a woman
calmly, gracefully, purposefully
passing you by....
Eileen Manassian
This is not meant to be offense to anyone from the Islamic faith. The veil has symbolic meaning.
Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire,
Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire;
No matter how thrilling, how visceral may feel this insidious chase,
Neither it is a road to endearment, nor is it a destination of grace.
Provocative is charming croon, simulating sound of love’s acclaim,
Exhilarating is ephemeral attraction, missives seductive inflame;
Audaciously feigning love, squalid is the phony paramour of shame,
Teasing emotions in tawdry games~ ignoble is his heartless name.
Allures of the dangerous dalliance, dazzle donning a seamy stance,
Hosting rendezvous immoral ~ an illicit dance of lurid romance;
Transient are escapades of infatuation, never meant to forever last,
Buried are their broken-hearts, in cemeteries of jilted forlorn past.
In interludes of life and time, wrinkles weary warn of receding age,
As lascivious phase, in book of life, begins to turn a fading page;
Revealing to glamor and courtship: the aura of beauty is long gone,
And nightmares of regrets have since robbed, avid dreams of dawn.
Obsession of lust wasn’t love~ admonish the sad memories of yore,
Promiscuity of casual encounters, pathos of remorse now abhor;
Wondering if it’s too late to long, for lasting bond of kindred hearts,
Before empathy of love departs, before the warmth of passion parts.
I’ll not be the mask of your madness
I’ll not be the whip of your demands
I’ll not be the drug of your habit
I’ll not be the dough in your hands
I’ll not be the doll that’s your play thing
I’ll not be the container of your need
I’ll not be the victim of your anger
I’ll not be the object of your greed
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I’ll the bread that he feeds on
I’ll be the water that he drinks
I’ll be the cloud that he walks on
I’ll be the thoughts that he thinks
I’ll be the tent that he dwells in
I’ll be the heaven that he dreams
I’ll be the angel that he wants
I’ll be the sparkle in his stream
I'll be the star that he follows
I'll be the sun’s warmth on his chest
I'll be the moon that allures him
I'll be the treasure of his quest
I'll be the fairy of his woodland
I'll be the seductress of his need
I'll be the breast that he lies on
I'll be the dogma of his creed
I’ll be the honey that he savors
I’ll be the dessert that he craves
I’ll be the sea that he dips in
I’ll be the virgin he enslaves
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I would have been all that to you
I gladly would have made you king
But you gave all that to another
Now you must taste my bitter sting
You must watch his hands caress me
You must see his mouth devour
You must hear my sighs of pleasure
You must curse the betrayal hour
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Sensuous allures float in pulchritude of white swan
Upon your lotus pond, arousing visions of romance
As I see you there where pink blossoms dance
And kiss your presence in ambiance of golden dawn.
Nary a cloud foreshadows my blue sky of tomorrow
As primrose emotions evoke blossoms of meadows;
In emerald green terrain, there are no dark shadows
For memories of yesteryear bear no hints of sorrow.
You entice ruby moods applauding crimson hues
Cheering for our love in chrysanthemum flowers,
Bright red tulips, soft pink roses, and spring rain showers
As ode of desires muses love-verses you schmooze.
And you sparkle gemstones from prisms of tinted dew
Igniting passions within whiffs of scented breeze
Caressing my wishes in embrace of seductive tease,
Instinctively aware: how these arms long to hold you!
September 24, 2019
Placed 1st: Pick a title, vol. 9-enclosed rhyme poetry contest
Title chosen: These arms long to hold you
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Placed 3rd: Strand 660 contest by Brian Strand
Meaning of oath no longer has a covenant
Guaranteeing to future commitment of pledge
Rendering futile all promises of yesterdays
As grief ridden past dominates today's sorrow
For hope's now dead, as there's no tomorrow.
Yet, I reminisce within glory of daybreaks
And opulence of colors in grandeur of sunsets
Spinning on earth's axis as night follows day
Across all continents where vast oceans reign,
And vibrant blue sky makes bold new claims
About perpetual dawns boasting on its domain
Bond of enduring love that never ever ends
Where enchanted dreams ecstatically chase.
Alas, I grasp grudgingly realities I must face--
Eternal that was indelible lasts only till today
And definition of infinity forever has changed--
Precious little time left that was once endless.
So I bid farewell, before world-beloved dissipates,
To memoirs of yore, allures of tomorrow;
Shedding all regrets, purging lovelorn woes,
Cherishing instead most intimate ornate secrets
Arrayed in desires of beautiful flower bouquets
Granting love romantic stage for one final play.
August 21, 2019
Placed 1st: What if there was no tomorrow contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Slowly, gracefully your leaves dance in the early morning breeze,
gold edges winking seductively as they pirouette past reaching limbs.
Like blazing dreams they mesmerize me as the sun glimmers silver
against the mazarine sky, teasing me as they tickle past.
Fragrant petals glitter waking sunlight that slowly dries the dew
upon the delicate stamen lashes in your compassionate blue eyes.
Bright and gentle, they watch as the shadows creep slowly through the forest
gazing upon each tiny detail, the changing hues, each movement, and me.
I can feel them watch me, caress me and, sometimes angry, burn me,
but as quickly, your bud drips its viscous nectar to cool the seething flames
and you quiver your branches in chiding whispers of reproaching laughter
as I sulk like a child enveloped in your caring, calming, airy shade.
I lean against your smooth lovely bark and you soothe me.
Long and tall reaching to touch the pillows at the tender feet of heaven,
your slender leafy fingertips spread above me shading my heavy, moist brow.
Though older than I your timeless wisdom entices and allures me.
Oh beautiful gentle tree, how easily could I love you.
03/18/17
Nostalgic rumblings harken back, rattling on and on:
Where have the sweet dreams of yesteryear gone,
Why does starry night yield to nightmares of dawn
In shattered, dismantled, promised land of bygone.
First kiss was just a prologue to prized budding start
Which blossomed love passions of youthful heart,
How longingly now recall the pleadings of romance
As intimate allures of past rekindle in doting glance.
Treasured rhythms now echo a compassionate song
From albums of recollections still strumming along
In keepsake laughs enticing tempo of riverside walks
And flirtatious stories inducing seductive secret talks.
When tears grieve hopelessly, and it hurts when I cry
Fondly I recall, smile of your eyes, gazing starlit sky,
And that’s when I call your name, but hear no reply
Except for the voice of past uttering a saddened sigh.
Alas! It’s been long since our goodbyes inflicted woe,
But I still ponder, if you ever look back~ and say hello,
To wonderment of musings longing passions of yore,
Courting endearment of love, wishing there was more.
December 1, 2021
Placed 3rd: “Y” Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Yesteryear
At stroke of the dawn as the sun is rising
Birds are chirping to awaken the morning
From the trees that sway in gentle breeze
Breeze that whispers melodic greetings
Greetings that convey comforting feelings
Taking a slow walk with musings alluring
Humming the tune of romantic lyrics
Lyrics that mesmerize a beautiful dream
A dream that allures and keeps her waiting
Embracing falsity when truth is illusive
Ignoring a warning that he's just a fantasy
A fantasy that culminates in futile reality
A futile reality she must now contemplate
Between real and illusive she now hesitates
Not ever taking the blue-sky for granted
For sometimes it rains on a clear sunny day
August 1, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #155 by Brian Strand
The flying sent projections free to see,
from adjunct Astrals singing bold decree.
Perched on Pisces’s cusp, forsaking Plato’s cave,
Puppets casting shadows, chancing me a slave.
They hang from dreams of higher forms, allures
Contempt in self when loving carnal cores.
Haunted by women’s passions kept in Spirits,
Dawns my sleeping stages now inherits
Marionettes aloft eternal twists
of spinning truths with lies recalling trysts.
Killing prone volitions, changing essence.
Chosen starlight’s beings guiding presence.
Upon a love in purest form demands,
Forgotten suicides of ego strands.
Risking Pirsig’s fate in Zen and journey,
Waging sanity, a bounty worthy.
The stringing of my soul and bracing seeks,
A pulling truth beyond this death it speaks.
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Alternating stanzas of iambic and trochaic pentameter
Regardless of the scene, I, determined to stand tall
Wavering, bending slightly on breaths of breeze
Allowing pertness to show flaunting to thrall
My stem of strength tipped enlightening please
Petals prom in blood red, they peak to bloom
My curves of delight like silken sheets, splayed
Undulations tremble as they beautifully plume
Such an attraction so joyous in hungered display
Let my scents lure, tickle those nature tongues
Taste my nectar becoming entranced by I
For every dawn allures my stem to sprung
In stance I'm proud as wanting eyes espy
I, the garden jewel, the prime delicate Rose
Swelling whenever I'm warmed, boy see me grow
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The beautiful Red Rose - meaning Passion & Love.
It's now the heart of the summer
Perched on parched, I on this leaf
Rains are forever cried for
To moisten and rid earths grief
Suddenly I hear a rustling
Corn stalks bend and sway
A creature just so beautiful
Allures these words I say
As I talk I feel their excitement
Describing this beauty so fair
Porcelain skin she is
With shoulder length blonde hair
Curvaceous now shows as she bares
As the sky mimics her eyes
Azure blues capture my thoughts
Whilst the clouds begin to cry
A light shower falls
Cobb's become pert at attention
Words described through my eyes
My thoughts in quiet mention
To a filling creek she walks
Slowly immersed in natures champagne
As the heavens caress her body
Translucent pure virginal rains
Her hands caress her body
Blonde hair, now a wetted mane
Droplets run down her curves
I, a Butterfly, in distant frame
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In the orchard of opalescence
magnificent myriads of mellows
fervently flow in fountains
breathing beguile blossoms
a forgotten fable ferments,
in haunting hollows I hear.
My heart is a restless garden
with varying pulses of penumbra
conflicts caressing cuddles
tenacious tattered thorns
singing to sumptuous serenades
where brisking bubbles burst
butterflies spread beautiful wings
bees buzzing like ballerinas
to ballads in pirouettes--
a symphony calms my anxieties
descending from azure skies
but my vineyard wilts in agony.
A bird drops a seed of hope
from a foreign land in my orchard
sprouting to strive in storms
emanating exotic effervescence
ballerinas pause their buzz
butterflies flee in fear
serenades slip in streams
out casting the stranger seed.
I touch the seed with curiosity
blissfully in my meadow
melancholy melts to melodies
auspicious aurora allures
tender bud in lavender hues
drenching my dulcet dreams
in showers of chrysanthemum whispers
draping my fears at dusk
embrace my weariness with love
Is this what I'd been awaiting
a stranger I've always known
Aphrodite in lilac curtains
blushes to unfurl the petals
my fingers touch her musings
her fragrance blooms my orchard
ensnaring my sapphire senses
sparkling in emerald dew drops
I plant her beside my window
she's my fable of felicity
vineyard reviving to life
as tendrils ascend to witness
her velvet lullabies
"Sleep my love
another garden awaits me"
July 30, 2020
Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies! Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
You wrote the song that enchanted lyrics
Composing avid tone to melody of music
Attuning cleverly to tenor of fantasies
Sending sensual hints to passionate wishes,
As vibrant stars ceded to darker motifs.
Infantile was my dream in night's reverie
Cuddling arms of love, hugging intently
Delighting in whispers of zealous winds
Wooed by romance of affectionate feelings,
Just before the misty sky began drizzling.
It was really you, who trampled my sleep
Just when I approached beholding your kiss.
Dismantling motives of amorous destiny
You disavowed with vigor allures of affinity,
Flashing a warning, a storm was brewing.
Rejecting my overture, you left the scene.
Your seduction was real, so was your love--
Indelible prologue to tomorrow's memory,
Yet truly ephemeral, as dreams tend to be.
The dream I dreamed never belonged to me.
February 17, 2019
Placed first:I dreamed a dream contest by Silent One
Placed first: Ultimate February 2019 contest by Brian Strand